{weekend note}

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♫♪ As Time Goes By - Frank Sinatra

The amount of stress that's following me around in my bubble has no description. I have no idea where it came from and why it's hanging over me all of a sudden. I am actually completely packed with twenty-pounds to spare. But lately I've kept adding things that I know I'll need and that I had forgotten previously. So I'm sure my twenty pounds are up. I was planning on packing just one bag last week, but ended up packing all three and that was a good decision. From here on out, I have no personal time really and it's all getting ready either for my dad's birthday party or for my move.

On top of all that stress, I've been sleep training myself. Now, you must think I'm over-the-top with this, and just to confirm that, I am going overboard. You may have seen that I've been really sleepy or tired this past week. Well, since coming home I've been getting an incredible 8-hour sleep every night. Any less or more has thrown off my schedule, and my schedule before this was spent on very minimal sleep.  So, I know I'm the type of person that can live with 4 or 5 hours of shut eye, but lately I haven't been. This is why I've been forcing myself to sleep a little later and wake up a little earlier. Sleep cycling. It's not been fun at all. I felt like a zombie the first day, felt an artificial euphoria the second day, grouchy the third day... and yesterday [the day I let myself sleep/wakeup whenever I wanted] I passed out at 10:30 and woke up in the same fetal position I went to bed in drowning in a big puddle of drool. Attractive.

I also had a very serious conversation with my parents earlier this week. My parents, well my mother, lately have been nagging me about the whole marriage thing that I often tweet about. People will call to introduce their nephew, cousin, son, etc. over the phone and ask my parents if I would be interested in talking to them. Personally, I don't want to start some relationship stemmed off of a familial introduction. Not my thing, personally. Another thing, I really don't want to have a potential husband-of-a-penpal while I'm in Europe. Who knows if I will have time? And if I don't have time to respond I could just imagine the rumors that will spread like lice in kindergarten. So, no thank you. I had to tell my parents that whenever someone talks about a potential man for me, to hold off on it. My parents have my best intentions, I know that, but I don't want to know about these random dudes. Am I being selfish? Probably. But, in the end I have to look out for myself rather than strangers. [And that, ladies and gentlemen, was one of my new years resolution].

Well, I'm off to go find some conservative cocktail dresses and a few blazers because I just realized my program hosts a lot of dignitaries and I've only packed cute dresses and leopard skinny belts that just won't make the cut. Then, I'm cooking all of next week for my dad's birthday party. I'll give you the whole run down in the next weekend note.

Camo & Leopard.

A water tower house.

Lost in foliage.

Salted Caramel Creme Pastries. Need I say more?

This look for an evening soiree.

You can find more inspiration here and here.

This tote is perfect alongside this shade.

A must for Sunday brunch.

This looks delightfully delicious.

His & Hers.

Perfect for some alfresco dining.

Travel chic.

Absolutely stunning illustration.

Color inspiration from sea foam + strawberries.

Sitcom floorplans.

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fall color trends.

Host your own fondue party!

A little celebration on c&é this week.

Flats, flats and more flats.

Washroom envy.